Skyhunter
Bringer of Change
This RP will be the conclusion of the Tutor Questline, enjoy!
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The golden golem raised his bloody hand with remnants of Dahak still on his bloody claw and his massive axe in his other as he stared down the weird group of misfits. Naberius held his axe up at the group, the small army of undead began to stride forward towards Sage, Scylla, Iberis and Arthur. A few undead then ended up growing wings that was touched by the four armed undead, Auldlich, flew up into the air and headed straight for the balcony where about ten of them landed around Kalina, Hope, Mad Maw and Renee. The ten undead each began clicking and staring at their targets with their cold greyed over eyes before they began to flap their wings. Their mouths and hands covered in blood from a fresh feast, dripping onto the floor below them. More undead landed with the ten now making fifteen. A strange faint noise clicked from each of them, they weren't growling or moaning and weren't capable of speech. A possible symptom of rigamortis that completely stiffened their throats. Although it seemed they could still understand each other from this dry clicking they were doing which was barely audible. They began to divide into three groups of four and one group of three. Their eyes staring at their targets as they began to flutter, Hope, Kalina and Renee had four staring at them while Mad Maw had three staring at her.
As for Sage, Iberis, Scylla and Arthur, regular undead began to charge at the four. Although right behind them were tall and lanky undead with chains attached to their bodies following after them. At this point, the dark metal cladded undead wielding the mace took a step forward, his dark flames igniting into the air. " Hear my name. Vulm. I am the Undying Flame. I shall burn the living in service of the dead. " His voice echoed like a dead whisper within the minds of everyone in the room, like his voice was searing into their brains like fire. As he swung his massive flaming mace, small fire spirits spawned with this Vulm's mace swings, being sure to stay near him as he slowly made his way forward. Arthur growled seeing the undead coming, " Great. More of them. " The Hitman growled as he pointed his weapon and began to fire at the undead coming for them, his bullets began to mow down the undead at a quick rate. There were about fifty regular corpses coming for them, but now reduced to about thirty with about ten of the lanky undead behind them.
Arthur growled as he had to reload, throwing his clip out at the twist of a gun and reloading once more. Arthur winced hearing the dry voice of this Vulm.
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The golden golem raised his bloody hand with remnants of Dahak still on his bloody claw and his massive axe in his other as he stared down the weird group of misfits. Naberius held his axe up at the group, the small army of undead began to stride forward towards Sage, Scylla, Iberis and Arthur. A few undead then ended up growing wings that was touched by the four armed undead, Auldlich, flew up into the air and headed straight for the balcony where about ten of them landed around Kalina, Hope, Mad Maw and Renee. The ten undead each began clicking and staring at their targets with their cold greyed over eyes before they began to flap their wings. Their mouths and hands covered in blood from a fresh feast, dripping onto the floor below them. More undead landed with the ten now making fifteen. A strange faint noise clicked from each of them, they weren't growling or moaning and weren't capable of speech. A possible symptom of rigamortis that completely stiffened their throats. Although it seemed they could still understand each other from this dry clicking they were doing which was barely audible. They began to divide into three groups of four and one group of three. Their eyes staring at their targets as they began to flutter, Hope, Kalina and Renee had four staring at them while Mad Maw had three staring at her.
As for Sage, Iberis, Scylla and Arthur, regular undead began to charge at the four. Although right behind them were tall and lanky undead with chains attached to their bodies following after them. At this point, the dark metal cladded undead wielding the mace took a step forward, his dark flames igniting into the air. " Hear my name. Vulm. I am the Undying Flame. I shall burn the living in service of the dead. " His voice echoed like a dead whisper within the minds of everyone in the room, like his voice was searing into their brains like fire. As he swung his massive flaming mace, small fire spirits spawned with this Vulm's mace swings, being sure to stay near him as he slowly made his way forward. Arthur growled seeing the undead coming, " Great. More of them. " The Hitman growled as he pointed his weapon and began to fire at the undead coming for them, his bullets began to mow down the undead at a quick rate. There were about fifty regular corpses coming for them, but now reduced to about thirty with about ten of the lanky undead behind them.
Arthur growled as he had to reload, throwing his clip out at the twist of a gun and reloading once more. Arthur winced hearing the dry voice of this Vulm.
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